BACK OF BEYOND

WOW: old. Dean's got a problem; he somehow needs to get to the 'bottom' of it ...

Disclaimer: don't own. Want, but can't have.

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Sam tried to ignore Dean's testy squirming and gyrating, but he was seriously impressed by his older brother's flexibility; a tomcat would have struggled to achieve some of the positions Dean was contorting himself into as he attempted to treat his 'problem'.

He'd flatly refused Sam's help. Not that Sam actually wanted to help; but, you know, when duty calls ...

Eventually the huffy grunts and muffled cursing stilled.

Dean cut an abject figure, standing hunched in defeat with his jeans pooled round his ankles.

He handed a tube of cream to Sam. "OK, you're right," he groaned; I can't reach the goddamn bee-sting on my ass."

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